I almost shot my load when I opened my mouth and put Jamal’s dick between my lips. His dick wasn’t hard at first so I felt it get harder and bigge... in my mouth and that was incredibly hot – both physically and also because I knew it was my tongue and lips and black dick worshipping that made it happen. But after the initial thrill wore off I started to get bored by sucking his – or any other guy’s – dick. Which I didn’t expect and actually I expected I would have the exact opposite reaction. I got dressed up and found a small dance club near my hotel. After about 1/2 hour this small group of English girls came in. They were loud and quite obnoxious as tourists like that quite often are. But their late teens / early 20s bodies were all I was focused on. Each of them had tight short dresses. Hugging their curves and leaving nothing to the imagination. Their smallish tits being pushed up to make them look bigger. While their hot asses presented to the boys. Teasing them to make a. “I’m very impressed. It’s obvious you took a lot of time on this. But there’s something wrong here.” She nodded in resignation, barely able to meet his eyes, and sighed. “I know. I'm not exactly the best writer...but I really did try,” she affirmed and finally met his gaze with hers. Instead of seeing the expected disappointment in his eyes, she was met with a hot and intense gaze, one that had her gripping the edge of the chair and her heart rate rapidly increasing. She almost didn’t hear his. This is on of those times...As he walks in I drop my robe, revealing my new lingerie. My red lips smile as his eyes wonder down over my body. My breasts nearly spilling out, a pearl necklace resting between them -- a tongue-in-cheek clue of my intentions, as the pale flesh fills the black lace bra. My shaved pussy is easily visible as I neglect to wear panties, instead choosing a garter belt and suspenders to hold up my fine fishnet stockings. My tall black heels clank against the wooden floor.